These are the leftovers from YCU’s Birthday party last night. Looks like he and all his friends had a good time. I was pure worn out last night. I’m kinda like Weezer from Steel Magnolias: I smiled at the sonovabitch before I could help myself! I had to be nice to everybody yesterday, and it just took everything I had. I would like it noted for future referral! See for yourself! Oh, and P.S. Yes, my husband is a child, and had to have Spongebob plates. It’s like living with an overgrown adolescent at times.

I knew it wouldn’t last. Apparently, someone who reads my blog shares a forum site with my YCU and I’m not sure if they thought they were tattling or not but, they mentioned that they thought they knew me. As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve complained to my husband about everything I’ve said here millions of frustrating times before, with no improvement. Tattling deferred. I’m not shy, and I’m a horribly open individual. My husband’s friends like to spend too much time here and I’ve threatened before to eat cereal and walk around nekkid due to their obvious plan to pay rent soon. They left. I lost my sense of personal embarrassment long ago, being a nurse. Pretty much whatever I think comes out of my mouth and I’ve learned to take pride in that. Can be a blessing or a curse, depending on your perspective. Enjoy your time here.

7. Baby showers? (See above. And you should see me at Christmas. Normally, anyway. This year sucked. I like getting gifts, did we establish that?)

8. Being Mommy

Eight things I did yesterday:

1. Swept

2. Mopped

3. Loaded the dishwasher (This is looking like a boring day.)

4. Dusted(This sounds like a boring day.)

5. Made the bed(If it quacks and has webbed feet…)

6. Finished Laundry

7. Dropped off my husband at work

8. Picked him up at work. Yep. I knew it. I’m boring. Oh, well. I’m practicing for having children. How’m I doing?

Eight things I wish I could do:

1. Go to New England

2. Travel to the real England

3. Travel to Ireland

4. I’m definitely liking Kristin’s idea about the Bewitched Nose for the housework

5. Pay off all my bills and not have to worry about them ever again.

6. Ride horses again. I miss it.

7. Travel to all of Europe and Japan

8. Make my husband’s friends disappear at will. They’re just here all the time.

Eight shows I watch:

(This was kind of hard as I don’t watch TV right now. When I have watched in the recent past it’s usually been DVDs of shows; but it’s been awhile–well, since the Great Escape, anyway. The following list are shows I have seen and liked.)

Perfect. I was told again! And I have picture proof. That I will have to post later, due to my complete lack of computer literacy. *sighs* However, I saw cranium, brain hemispheres, legs, arms, feet, hands, eyes, ears, nose, and heartbeat. Sooo, for now, I don’t have to strap the dil.do-cam in. For now. Dr. M was laughing at me, as the title of this post was my exclamation during the scan. Thank you all for the well-wishes and prayers, and the minimal eye-rolling! I know waaaaaay too much crap. Oh, and I sliced my finger open this week, and ended up in the ER getting stitched, which then showed up on Dr. M’s list, which sent her into heart palpitations until she realized I only sliced my finger. Don’t worry, it was a clean scalpel blade. We were breaking down a clean table due to delay of surgery and I accidentally sliced my finger. Oh, I’ll also post pics of my new crib too! It’s just too cute, if I do say so myself.

Ok, finally got my YCU to post my new pics. Yes, munchkin’s nickname (YCU coined, just as an aside) is Chunk. At least until further notice. Anyway, you can see little round head, and brain, and arms and legs, and a normal looking baby!!!

So, this….

will eventually be sleeping in (I hope) this!! No mattress or crib set yet. But I still think the bed is pretty. But I suppose I could be biased. Just a wee bit, mind you.

Yes, don’t worry, we will be getting rid of the peachy/cream walls. Contractor paint, ugh. And decorating to taste. I’m looking forward to this. For now. Ask me again in 2 weeks.

Remember I told you a few posts ago, that I’d likely feel great after my u/s then talk myself out of it? Yeah. I’m there. I’m terrified again. My scan is tomorrow, and I’m afraid they’ll tell me something’s wrong, the baby’s not growing, I still don’t really have any symptoms, and that’s the reason why. Or that it’s happened again. I want to permanently strap a dil.do-cam in and trail an u/s machine after me so I can see him/her/it at all times. While this may sound like it has a dual purpose, I can assure you it doesn’t. Purely for the benefit of my psychiatric health. At least until I can feel him/her/it moving, then I won’t need it anymore.

I took him to work this morning. Yes, on Memorial Day, because his boss is a dick. They’re trying to make him quit, so they don’t have to pay him his worker’s comp settlement. YCU thinks they’re going to fire him after he goes back to work. I keep saying surely not, but I’ve been proven wrong before. It would happen to us. Anyway, I got home, and what do I find? The (used) butter knife laying on top of the (closed) butter container, socks in the kitchen, and he still hasn’t cleaned either bathroom that’s needed it since we got back from vacay. I had to bug him the other day to pick up the man-panties in the bedroom floor. I guess one piece of clothing a week is just too much to ask. When I woke him up (Hi, honey. Good morning! Yeah, do you think you could clean the bathrooms and pick up in here a little bit, and if you have time, go to the grocery store today?) he accused me of waking him up to bark at him. If I wanted to bark, a whispered “hi, honey” would not have been part of the dialogue. All of these chores would have taken under 2 hours. I’m a bit angry that he’s being so inconsiderate and taking me for granted. I’m thinking of getting a large box and a shovel and burying his clothes in the backyard.

You know, the large, rude, multi-colored parrot? Well. I just spent an entire morning with her. Yes, this event was dive-bombed on me this morning by my husband’s alarm going off. I woke up and asked (in my sleepy stupor)”Yous got zomewhere to be, babe?” “Oh, yeah, church with Mom.” *sits bolt upright in bed* “Why didn’t you tell me about this before now?” ARRRRGH! *sighs* So, I got up, put on a dress, had to run by Kroger’s to pick up some panty-hose (Mine all had runs in them, naturally.), and went to a church that I don’t even believe in. Yes, the same one where the pastor was talking about abortions and pissed me off. Before the service, she started with “I’m soo glad you came today. It won’t hurt ya, ya know.” Then she took us to lunch and started in on “So, when are you two going to get back to church? It’s important for that little one, ya know.” Now, I grew up in church. I loved sunday school, and I always had friends and all that. However. I really don’t like being waylaid like that, and I don’t like her church. Now, no offense to anyone who goes to a Southern Baptist church, but these modern churches with the big screens up on the wall, and the drums, and the pomp and circumstance just plain old freak me out. All these upbeat, fake, in your face people just irk me for some reason. Now, the MIL seems drawn to whatever is new and trendy, and that’s fine, if that’s what she likes. I just grew up in a much more staid, stoic, and old-fashioned environment. No nurseries, or kid’s church, or big screens, or drums, or “christian rock.” I got baptized in the lake. (No such animal as a baptistry when I was a kid.) My church was so small that 60 people on Sunday morning was a big crowd. My grandaddy is a minister, and we were always expected to be better because we were the “S____ Kids”. Irritating as hell. We couldn’t go have fun like everybody else, we had to sit and behave. XYZ. Just hated it for that reason. But, if I’m gonna go, I’m gonna go to the church I grew up in, cause just cause I hated being a kid there, it has nothing to do with how I believe. Anyway, I digress. I don’t think I’ll be waylaid like that again. I pretty much shut her down today. She’s just inappropriate at times. When I said in the last post that my husband didn’t take our pics to his mother to develop, it was because she was angry when I was in the hospital, losing our child, and she wanted to see the baby and we wouldn’t let her. So ever since, she’s been hinting that we could bring her the camera to develop those pics and “no one else would see them, ya know.” Do I look stupid to you? You don’t think I know the real reason you want to do that? Come on. It was one thing for my husband and I to see her, but her? No, I don’t think so. Just goes to show how territorial and inappropriate she is. In the past, my husband has had an orca-sized blind spot when it came to his mother’s behavior. It is getting smaller. It’s only, say, Clydesdale-sized now. He’s getting better. Hence not taking the pics to her to develop, even at her insistance. I can’t wait to see her at the hospital. She’s going to test the waters to see just how far she can go. I’m not letting my husband palm her off on me to handle, either. She tended to butt in a lot with my stepson. If she tries that with my child, she won’t like the result. Bless her heart.

My husband put together our baby bed last night. It’s soo pretty! Just got in the mood, I guess. He also took down our box of pictures of our 1st baby and got them developed. (And didn’t take them to his mother to develop! She works at the Walgreen’s in Smyrna. They’re trainable, girls! More on that later.) We cried some, and went and got some dinner. He put everything together before I got home, and my Dad called in the middle of it. My YCU then spilled the beans accidentally. So, we “came out” to my parents and his mom yesterday. I had promised my sister that I’d tell Mom how I’d sworn her to secrecy, cause Mom asked her point blank and she had to fib. So I did. We also had to come out to all of my husband’s friends via his forum site. But, it was ok. I’m just leary of telling in general. I still don’t believe it. I’m still afraid. I’ve been told by every single person I’ve told that they’re praying for me, and it seems to have worked to get me pregnant, so maybe it’ll work to keep my baby healthy. I’ve been praying too.

we had a team meeting, and it was just mainly going over the best ways to practice current policies. Ok. My manager had come to me a few weeks ago and requested improvement in one area, so I did. Now, she’s not worked with me since, so she’s not seen the improvement, but I believe in practicing the performance, so to speak. During this meeting someone (a surgical tech, who I am in charge of , and resents it) brought up that some of the nurses don’t seem to take a certain procedure “seriously.” And (as she was looking at me) “some of them talk so fast, there is just no way to keep up.” Well, the girl sitting next to her pointed at me and nodded, in front of everyone. Oh, yeah. I was furious. This same girl (the pointer) has turned me in for dumb shit before and gotten me written up, so I feel like I’m on thin ice already. I’m not a bad nurse, I do my damndest every day to make sure everyone does what they’re supposed to and that the patients are taken care of. What a bitch. You’ll all be proud to know that the 1st thing to come into my head (I can’t help it if your stupid little countrified bitch ass is used to only listening to stupid slow people with no teeth! I don’t have 45 minutes to pander to your delicate sensitivities! Pay attention, moron!!) did NOT come out of my mouth. At least, not until later, and not in front of that person. However, I don’t need this. I do not need this stress right now. I paranoid enough as it is. And another thing, how dare she do something like that in front of people? If she really didn’t understand what was going on, why didn’t she just stop and ask? She’s trying to get me fired, and it’s not gonna happen. I went to talk to my supervisor, who witnessed the whole thing, and told her that I was pissed the fuck off. I also expressed my fears and paranoia, which I probably shouldn’t have, but she did reassure me somewhat, that she would come and evaluate the situation. I realize I’m a four-alarm fire with a cannon on the front of my face and the energy to match, but damn! I’m not speaking Spanish!! Or portuguese, or french, for that matter! Her inability to pay attention is not my problem, and I said so, to my boss. If people only gave me credit for the things I manage to hold in, I’d be up for damned sainthood! And the people at work would probably think I had an anger disorder, or something equally stupid. I don’t, I just don’t have any patience for people who can’t think outside the box to get things done, but try to tell me I’m stupid for doing so. (coughHUSBANDcough and others) So, later in the afternoon, I was going through the procedure and everyone was talking, and not paying attention, so in my best projectile vocal tone, I hollered over everybody “HEY HEY HEY!!! Everybody paying attention, now? Good. Time out….” And trust me, I can project. Remember I told you I used to sing in the choir before I realized I couldn’t sing? (Think Barney Fyfe. Yeah, it was that bad.) Well, they did teach me a few things, and I was loud and obnoxious to begin with. My mother used to ask me how someone so small could make all that noise. Hee, HEE HEE!! The md asked me why I was so grumpy, and I told him “Because they said we had to be. Have to make sure everyone is paying attention.” Humph. Fixed that wagon.

Go.ogle, I’m not impressed. Now it’s using abbreviations to get here. Today it was “Husband’s friend wants to * me.” Exactly like that. I’m not paraphrasing. Are you serious? I’ve decided Goo.gle is a boy. And we all know what they are.